Wow, St. Peter, that’s some tan you’ve got.
St. Peter?!? I mean, duh, I’m wearing horns.
And I’m wearing the kind of underpants that mutes farts. Hey, this is a big piece of real estate. Have you ever thought of developing it?
How so?
We class it up, Pete. Casinos, golf courses, Eastern European models and my name in big gold letters everywhere.
That sounds hideous. It would actually make this place even worse. You’ve got a deal.
Great. But first we need to install some air conditioners. I’m burning up.
Not happening, Hamburglar.